oh mah gawd
pothwspukepit:

ok, so as i was talking about earlier, i have to  give away at random one of the props from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I’ve had them for 10 years and I think its time for one of them to find a new home. 
At random i will give away one of the following - An envelope for Mr Potter, A Knut, A Sickle or a Galleon (all are actually minted by a bank) or the Gringotts cheque as shown in my frame.
now i’m not asking you to follow me or any of those other stupid things the Tumblr Giveaway’s do, just reblog this post and when there are enough enough reblogs i will announce a winner at random 
good luck!

pothwspukepit:

ok, so as i was talking about earlier, i have to  give away at random one of the props from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I’ve had them for 10 years and I think its time for one of them to find a new home.

At random i will give away one of the following - An envelope for Mr Potter, A Knut, A Sickle or a Galleon (all are actually minted by a bank) or the Gringotts cheque as shown in my frame.

now i’m not asking you to follow me or any of those other stupid things the Tumblr Giveaway’s do, just reblog this post and when there are enough enough reblogs i will announce a winner at random

good luck!

i feel like dailygrace is actually behind this twitter account

i feel like dailygrace is actually behind this twitter account

hearing people say mON-tree-all just makes it easier to tell who’s a tourist

I sometimes have a hard time dealing with the fact that the lyrics are 

I like big butts and I cannot lie

as opposed to..

I like big butts in a can, I like

I must have been really desperate to write this in my research logbook:

The gods of Internet are smiling at me today because I’ve found a documentary!

whyyyyyy 

ohhhhhh this book is so bizzare. i was reading out lound any my voice changed to southern? i don’t wanna post much cause i feel like i’m gonna regret the lameness of my posts in the future. ayways it’s pretty good yeah.

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there should be like a paint option in tumblr so i can doodle in where it’s white in here cause it’s bothering me shitloads.

If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.
Charlotte Brontë, Villette